Memories on the Metro
Pale fingers fidgeted compulsively with the edges of his dark navy hair. Of course, Akira himself didn’t even realize what he was doing, and merely kept walking along past the odd and mildly concerned stares of those around on the busy streets. It was another uneventful meeting, and even now as the young man kept on walking down the block shaded by large buildings and glaring signs, Akira felt himself slowly losing memory of what he and that doctor had talked about in the first place. It wasn’t anything important anyway, he knew. Because the voices are right. He’s all wrong, they’re all wrong…they don’t really care about me; they all would just rather see me dead. They poison my thoughts, and they want my brain next… Well, they can’t have it. I’m not so stupid.
Humming a soft mindless tune past his closed lips, the navy-haired dipped down into the cover of the nearest train station. He had to get back home to Kazoku Town from this capital of Tokyo, and though he looked more like a homeless wanderer, Akira surpringly produced a ride pass from the pocket of his dark jeans with ease, and slid it past the entrance gates, allowing himself access into the main rails of the underground train station. Kazoku, right. Kazoku…That’s where I live, right. That’s where I have to go back… As his hollow icy blue eyes looked up at the large electronic board of arrival times, he found himself quite suddenly overwhelmed. Look around you, don’t look away from the people. They want to hurt you, Akira. Voices rang in his ears like alarm bells, and he quickly snapped his gaze back to the bustling crowd of people, not a single of which had any time to stop and stare at him now. Unable to help his fidgeting, Akira pulls a bit harder at strands at the side of his head, breathing heavily, and rocking a bit back and forth on his heels with a mildly twitchy blink and fluttering gaze.
“W-Which—?,” he stammers out in a panicked question to a passing woman. …A woman who ignored him and kept right on strutting along with the steady clack of her heels. Turning his head back and shifting shakily on his feet, he tried to get anybody’s attention to ask them a quick question, but it really wasn’t going as planned. “I-I need help—” Another one ignores him in the rush to catch an incoming train on the second track.
Where…why can’t I remember—… which line is Kazoku again…? Swallowing roughly now, it’s quite clear to even him that he’s fighting back a panic attack right then and there, helpless and literally lost. Once more, he turned his gaze up to the board above, which scrolled lines and track names, to various places of urban Japan surrounding them. Suddenly, none of the characters before him looked familiar, and he blinked slowly, trying to pull himself together.
Quite suddenly, as if he had been pushed or shoved or so, Akira whips around on the tiled floor to face the nearest person who also stopped to read the arrival schedule above them. “E-Excuse me, please…,” he begins with a wisp of a voice, clearly trying to swallow down his panic as much as he can manage. No, don’t talk to them. Don’t do it…they’ll kill you. They want you to listen to them, instead. “I-I’m lost, and s’just— Please…” His voice is a fair tone with a natural stutter that can’t be helped. Fluttering and not really knowing what else to say, he continues to fidget with the navy locks of hair at the side of his head, merely staring with his hollow stare at the stranger by his side.
Saya was late for her train; as usual. Her feet thudded against the concrete as she raced down the stairs and quickly made her way through the crowds of people who seemed just as eager as she to be on their way. Barely managing to keep ahold of the messenger back slung around her shoulder, the light-haired girl grins with obvious triumphance as she arrives at the platform.
Her eyes flicker up to the digital clock above her, and she exhales contently. Two minutes till seven; she was actually /early/. She pulls the edges of her frayed jacket more closely around her, still in her dojo clothes. Attending the University was anything but cheap, and she was grateful for her job. After all, kicking ass and teaching other people how to; hell, she'd have probably done it for free.
She allows her gaze to wander for a moment, violet eyes narrowing slightly as she spots a dark-haired man a few feet away from her. There's an almost panic-stricken gleam to his eyes, and he looks more than a little lost. Hesitating a moment, she purses her lips thoughtfully. Okay, so he looked a little /off/. But hell, she could take care of herself if need be. As long as she didn't miss her train, what could it hurt?
Weaving around the few people separating her from him, she makes her way over towards the man, speaking in a relatively lax voice in an attempt not to startle him.
"Ya look a little lost. Need some direction?"
